I didn't know what it meant when I first heard it either so I looked it up.
Zentangle is essentially doodling with intent. Who doesn't love to doodle? I thought it might be fun to try doodling with glass. I grabbed myself some fine stringer, some scraps, some dots and some liquid stringer and just started having fun.
The results were pretty cool and most definitely unique.
Now they may not be considered a true Zentangle in it's pure form, but I figure it fit the definition close enough. Glass doodles. I most certainly had fun with this new series and I hope you enjoy them.
Pieces will be going up for sale in my Etsy shop throughout the week. Let me know what you think!
Getting old is not for the faint of heart. Over the Memorial Day weekend we celebrated my birthday. It was fun and fabulous, until one false move...
Doing the 'mom' thing, my hands were full and loaded down with food and beverages for the hangry children that were ready to keel over from starvation and dehydration. Said supplies were in the fridge of a friend's boat. Said children were at the beach area waiting impatiently.
I thought I could make it. I got this. Moms are basically super heroes. I am used to performing heroics. Not this time.
It is not entirely certain exactly what failed. Did my eyes misjudge the distance across? Or perhaps the depth of the drop? Did my leg and foot fail to execute the step properly? Did the boat move at just the wrong moment?
I did not stick the landing. I fell shin first onto the concrete dock. Then bounced thigh, shoulder, and finally head. At least the head hit last and didn't take any force. Pretty sure the feet never even touched …
We have been in a deep freeze for so long that I haven't lit the torch since mid-December, the last day the temperatures were reasonable. Then we plunged into the negatives and I went into hibernation. Because what else can you possibly do when it is that ridiculously cold besides curl up into a ball under as many wool blankets as you can find?
If you know me, or have followed my blog for any length of time, you will know I like to complain about the weather. A lot. Too much. That will probably never change. Until I finally move someplace warm. Someday. #whydoilivehere
After experiencing studio withdrawals my sweet husband reminded me we have a space heater. Praise God for secondary heating devices. Still too cold to light the torch [the exhaust fan would freeze me out in 10 minutes or less], but definitely warm enough to cut some glass and fire up the fusing kiln.
So I decided to get my glass fix on by making some new night lights exploring the techniques I used for the chandelie…
The moment we have all been waiting for ... IT. IS. FINISHED. Cue the applause and rejoicing.
Special thanks to my amazing husband for all his help and support with my most ambitious project yet. The final weight with all the glass panels was close to 35 pounds so we made sure to use a heavy duty chain and hanger that is screwed directly into the ceiling joists. This thing may be heavy, but it is not going anywhere.
I am so pleased with the final result that I smile every time I turn it on. It adds an intense pop of color to my otherwise mostly white and grey house. Alternating smooth and textured panels create visual contrast and balance while the gentle swirl in the design and curvature of the glass provide movement. It makes me happy.
Now I find myself casually hunting for other discarded vintage light fixtures that I can transform into works of art ...